"What's your name?" asked Dominic sharply at the little boy who was following Maffeo, who had wanted to start an argument with him a few minutes earlier, but then realized that it was too stupid to do so. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info and the other party did not mean to deal with him, so Dominic had no choice but to focus on the little boy behind Maffeo.

"Torul. The boy replied cautiously, and he did not dare to take a step forward behind Maffeo, the man in a white robe who suddenly appeared in danger like a ghost.

"Tell me, Torul, why aren't you coming home so late?" asked Dominic.

Maffeo spread his hands, "Hey, I'll explain it to him." ”

"Absolutely, as long as you speak clearly. Dominic gestured with a raised hand.

Dominic, who thought that Maffeo would say something irrelevant to prevaricate himself, found that all the words he said had something in common with the results of his investigation. So Dominic put away his contempt and wariness of Torul, he originally wanted to sense the physical nature of this little ghost. You must know that in such a remote place, it is very likely that wandering demons will turn into humans. But in reality, Dominic is just deceiving himself, if Torul is really a goblin, then the moment he enters this village, he will find out about the existence of the other party.

"I've found some similar clues in this room, would you like to hear about it?" Dominic asked for Maffeo's opinion, much to the latter's surprise. "Say it. ”

"The villagers here seem to be believing in something, just like we believe in Remidia, and they use the blood and heads of livestock as sacrifices to the so-called gods. But more than that, I also found hints on the frescoes in the house about another necessary sacrifice. After reading it, I realized that the necessary sacrifice refers to children. Dominic calmly told Maffeo what he had discovered.

Maffeo bowed his head and pondered, "This could be related to what the guys of the Dark Order are doing. ”

"That's right, assuming that the villagers of this village believe in the Dark Order, then it means that they will regularly send some children to the dense forest. It was given to those guys as a "sacrifice", but we all know what the ultimate fate of the children who were sacrificed would be. ”

Torul poked his head out from behind Maffeo's body and spoke. "They're demons, and everyone in the village has become like that. ”

"Kid, do you know anything else?" asked Dominic.

"Adults would take children who didn't want to go to the forest and take them home and tie them up with ropes. For children who want to escape, they will even kill them at any cost. Torul's frightened lips trembled.

Dominic stood up and angrily kicked the gravel on the ground. "That explains everything, and besides, I didn't find anyone in the house, do you know where they went?"

"The adults would go into the forest every night to pray, and through the secret passage in the house, the secret passage would lead completely to the depths of the forest. Torul held his head and told Dominic everything he knew. He was terrified, and Maffeo felt that he shouldn't be reminded of something painful, so he said to Dominic. "That's enough, Dominic, it's enough to know that, do you know of any place where this little imp can stay for a while?"

"Let me take him to Brant, I can't fully trust that guy, but at least I can prove that he's not in league with the Dark Order. Dominic tried his best to look good-natured, and reached out to Torul, who was crouching behind Maffeo looking dazed. "Come on, Torul. ”

"Where are you taking me?" asked Torul cautiously.

"A place where no one will let you into the forest. Dominic replied with a smile.

"I can also assure you. Maffeo looked back.

Torul slowly stood up from the ground, kicked his tattered boots, and moved towards Dominic step by step. Until now, Dominica didn't know exactly what the point of doing this was. Disguise his anger by pretending to be full of life, but he knew that if he didn't, Torul would be terrified and reluctant to approach him. Being a priest is a tiring thing, Dominic had thought about it more than once, and now, the thought came back to his mind.

"I'm waiting for you right here. Maffeo began.

"Soon to be back. Dominic turned and led Torul behind a small dirt slope not far outside the village.

The bard Brandt had already dozed off on the dirt slope, and he lay on the bare ground, listening to the crackling sound of the campfire, and fell asleep looking at the stars in the sky. Everything was like a dream, and he had to admit that from the moment he lay down, he thought he was just going on a mere trip and not meeting this strange village.

By the time Dominic led Torul to the dirt slope, Brant was even snoring. "Hey, bard, it's too early to go to bed. Dominic called to him.

Brant muttered some slurred words and rolled over. Dominic reluctantly walked around to the other side, squatted down, and patted his face with his hand. "Wake up, Brandt!

"Have you found the truth...... Brandt said in a daze, his body still not moving.

"If you're sure you can help, then you can at least help me babysit a child. Dominic continued to slap him in the face.

"Kid......" Brandt rubbed his eyes and got up from the ground, this time he wasn't reaching for his lute. Although, it's only because the lute is still behind him. He sat blankly in place, looking at Torul with a strange and uncertain expression. "Who is this kid?" he asked Dominic for an answer.

Dominic grabbed Torul's shoulders with both hands and gently pushed him in front of Brandt. "Now, stay with this bard, and he'll take care of you. ”

"Can I trust him?" asked Torul, uncertain.

"Of course, just like you believe in Maffeo. Dominic replied with a smile.

Torul nodded with a slight struggle, and Dominic knew it would be difficult for him. Who would want to be alone in the face of a stranger in one night, and still in the midst of his own family's madness? Dominic felt that nothing could be worse than that, and he wondered whether Torul's situation was better or worse than that of the street children.

Brandt was obviously even more surprised, because it was much easier for him to write a nasty tune when he was not inspired than to take care of a child who suddenly appeared. This was almost impossible in his eyes, so he shook his hand desperately. "I can't, Modell. ”

"If you take care of this little imp, then I promise to give you an answer about this damn village when I return. Dominic promised, and he could see that the other party couldn't let go of the kindness in his heart and wanted to help the village. He's a good guy, but he's not very experienced in these things. At the end of the day, he's a wandering bard, and fighting isn't his calling.

"But what am I going to do?" asked Brandt.

"You're a bard, so make this little imp happy with your mouth that can say words of praise that satisfy all kings. Dominic left the place with one last sentence and walked briskly towards the village.